PlatformsThis is a work of fiction. I do not own any characters unless stated otherwise — Amelia Harris — and in no way am I implying anyone is like this in person.
This book is fiercely British. Colourful language is used and reader discretion is advised: sexual themes, emotional turmoil and potentially triggering toxic relationship mechanics although nothing insane. Please only read if you're comfortable doing so.
I write reality. Not some fantasy, but a troubled girl and what the lack of love in her life has created within her. She's headstrong, forward and courageous. Uncaring. Alas — underneath all of it there's a broken soul. One who refuses to show herself, hidden under an unimpressed face and swallowed down by the smokes in her bag.
Dedicated to everyone who wonders if I'm writing about them. I am.
Don't let the cruel world
take your curiosity away.
YOU ARE READING
PLATFORMS ↛ D.A
Фанфик"𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘶𝘵 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘸." 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘱. "𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺...